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Aug 2014
Darkness
Sitting for hours
It crawling closer
Deeper.
It scares me to
Look,
But I can’t help but stare.
Am I looking into a moment of time
Or finally seeing what’s really inside.
All the same
I prefer my bright oblivion,
Where at least I can pretend
I am the person I want to be.
Rachel
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   K Balachandran, Pea and r
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